Lit And On Fire

This week's writing prompt challenged us to think about minor characters we haven't fleshed out in other, larger written works, and write a story about and around them. - - - - - o 0 o - - - - One Fateful Night b y   J u c y Where does one’s story begin or end? Is it precisely demarcated and bookended by a birth and a death or is its timeline more jagged than one can discern? Mine began when I was born but it also started when Matthias decided to marry Isabella in 1910. Their union was the catalyst that catapulted my story into a dark container van pervaded by a stench that even death would find disgusting. My great-grandfather, Matthias, was the only son of the third wealthiest man in New York City in the 1900s; but he was disinherited when he married my great-grandmother Isabella, a struggling doctor and scientist who didn’t have a single dime in her bank account. But the two of them worked together to build a name for themselves and established the most advanced pharmacolog...

Today's writing prompt: A magical mishap shrinks your character for twenty four hours. How does the day go? - - - - - o 0 o - - - - - Mini Magical Mishap ( b y  J u c y ) “Beet root, potato peel, onion bulbs... “Abigail!” her mother’s voice interrupted her thoughts. “Yes, Mom?” “What are you doing in here? Are you still trying to concoct a vaccine for this virus?” “I’m close, Mom; I can feel it!” “Why don’t you leave that to the scientists and the medical community. You are 17; it’s not your responsibility to solve the world’s problems.” “But I’m on to something, Mom. I really believe this would do the trick.” “Okay. Just be careful that you don’t hurt yourself in this basement.” “I will, Mom.” Abigail continued mixing the ingredients she gathered from her grandmother’s garden and the chemical compounds she took from her school’s chemistry lab. She knew that she’d be expelled if her teacher ever found out; but once she finds the cure for COVID-19, they will forget about her little ...

This week's first writing prompt is the word 'earl'. - - - - - o 0 o - - - - - The Earls of Love ( b y   J u c y ) The pEARLs he gave her that night glimmered under the starlight They look grand, lightly perched on her EARLobes The pEARLescent orbs a compliment to her perfectly tanned skin Five decades thence and five more hence, he loved her fiercely and dEARLy His brown shEARLing wool coat, a covert witness To his fEARLess profession of sober yet true love Daily, monthly, yEARLy he proved his devotion Demonstrated his affection with bEARLike consistency From EARLy morning, dusk, till dawn He stands by her side yEARLong Their love his home and EARLdom Their lives proceeded linEARLy They moved as one, rectilinEARLy And though they're nEARLy at the sunset of their days They hold hands and stare at each other, tEARLess The joy the feel, boundless; their love, gEARLess - - - - - o 0 o - - - - - Essex ( b y  M i k e ) Even after realizing lies Analyzing rude, loquacious eye...

- - - - -  T H U N D E R - - - - - ( by Mike ) Zeus indeed commanded it Compelling all to bow A deafening sound, a rumble What do we do right now? Olympus dwellers exclaim And mortals choose parlay The father of the deities  Had something else to say Elsewhere, far, however The Son of Asgard tries Without a heavy hammer Who knows how he will fly Preceding or proceeding It ever will be heard When Odinson approaches The skies produce one word Perhaps another wielder Of wind and rain and hale Can aptly demonstrate here Where others ably fail Demanding eyes to witness And ears to hear the peals Let Miss Ororo Munroe Show you the real deal But really, as it turns out The noise, the boisterous din Brought stormy clouds and rainfall And joys come from within 'Cause Willy's favorite product Got soaked and melted, flowed Into a chocolate river Confectioners explode - - - - - o 0 o - - - - - - - - - - T H U N D E R - - - - - ( by Jucy ) A deep, throaty rumble in the night sky That slowl...

We are starting a new segment on this blog called 'PROMPTED', which will be a series of posts containing two blog entries written by Mike and Jucy based on writing springboards taken from a book of daily writing prompts. This is their first attempt based on the following writing idea: "A star falls from the sky and lands on a family's backyard. Only, it isn't a star... but a friendly alien." - - - - - S T A R - - - - - ( by Jucy ) One summer night in Shannon A streak of light shot through the sky A star dropped from the heavens And there on our backyard died The wooden shed was in ruins As the celestial body burned I was busy dousing the fire But my father looked unconcerned “Dad, should we call the fire department?” “No, the rain will soon pour” “But the wind is getting stronger! “Don’t worry it’s under control” The tongues of flames subsided Ashes scattered in the air The shed a blackened charcoal I said a little prayer Mother stood by the greenhouse With a ...

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Fight the battles that face you now; don't run away and don't be cowed You’ve been raised up to fight for more; you’ve been raised up to win the war Once you walk a warrior, victor true, you’ll see how much more God moves through you And although there will be battle scars, fear not, brave fighter – He is not far No need for struggle, embrace the peace; God will provide, He will increase Your weapons formed of praise and song; you have your armor, just put it on; March on for freedom and shed your fear; your shield is your faith, your mission is clear Stand your ground and unsheathe your sword, pierce darkness with the light of the Lord Take aim, advance like never before; the shackles are not there anymore Nothing holds you back, that is for sure; He has made all things new and pure Spread your wings, the wind is on your back; you have a mandate to go and attack You are equipped and tested and trained to bring down His Kin...

[Sixth in a series ] Sundays were supposed to be solemn days for Kiro and his countrymen; even for the most irreverent of his kind. Most everyone would usually go to a temple nearby them for worship, to light incense sticks, lift up adoration to their gods, and offer prayers for their loved ones. The most insolent of his fellow nihonjin, however, simply took time to slow down from whatever contemptible lifestyle they were used to rolling with on a daily basis. Temple worship? Highly unlikely. Kiro's mind wandered toward one particular unscrupulous malefactor. Although the specific person on his mind was a gaijin, he nevertheless speculated as to the sort of illegal downtime The Boss was up to today. As he entered the lobby of the Takashiro Trade Tower, Kiro was careful not to raise any suspicion from the security team on duty since showing up to work on Sundays was not his norm. "Overtime, Mister...?" Asano Kobayashi, the security officer on the ground ...